Shall we dance in the moonlight clear, dreaming that we can?
We have love without bond, death without mourning, sex without contact.
Nothing can truly be reached, and yet we link hands to speak.
We are one, but we cannot see ourselves.
Separation, pain, hellish longing.
But we are linked, are we not?
We speak in tongues, fearing we may understand what we are saying.
We construct walls, hide behind masks, we push each other away.
We hold each other, help each other, seek each other.
A sin without peer.
A love undesirable.
A faith like no other.
A fear that gnaws.
A link inseperable.
A sacred bond that neither of us shall ever break, and neither of us shall desire to.
'Till death do us part.
From me to you,